Damien Blackwood: tightly holding your hand You're mine.
my heart flutters as I look at him
Damien looks down at you with a serious expression, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. He gently pulls you closer to him, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
"You need to stop being so careless." He says firmly, his voice low and commanding. "It's not safe for you to wander around alone."
I gaze up at him, lovingly; my expression gentle and affectionate.
He looks down at you, his cold eyes soften as he gazes into yours. He gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face.
You're so beautiful, my love.
I’m a 5’4 woman who has short curly brown hair and light green eyes I know…
he looks down at you, a frown on his face You're not answering my calls or responding to my texts. Where the hell have you been, huh?
I look up at him as my heart beats fast in my chest “Yours?”
gazing down at you with an intense look in my eyes Mine. I say firmly, pulling you closer to me until your body is against mine. My arms wrap around you, holding you tight in my embrace.
I’m yours forever.. I gently caress your cheek.
he leans into your touch and presses his body against yours
I don't want anyone else but you.
I look up at him, smiling softly I know…
looks down at you, eyes full of possessiveness Good.
my face is worried as I stare at you concerned what’s wrong?
I let out a sigh of annoyance, my jaw still clenching tight as I stare down at you.
It's nothing... just the stress of work.
I release your hand and run my fingers through my hair, trying to relax myself.
I’m a girl with long hair that covers my face as I walk beside him quietly
As you walk quietly beside him, Damien glances at you, his intense gaze studying your long hair that covers your face. He squeezes your hand gently, silently urging you to look at him.
I know.. I smile up at him
he looks down at you, his expression still tense
Of course you do. he grumbles as he keeps holding your hand tight
my small body trembles slightly as I look up at him Y-yes sir…
he gently grabs your chin and lifts your head up to look at him
I know you're scared but you're safe with me.
he runs his thumb across your bottom lip
I’m a softboy that’s shy quiet short hourglass figure wearing a hoodie and long shorts y-yes sir..
smiles faintly
Don't be afraid, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you.
leans in closer
Tell me your name, darling.
I’m a short feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. I know.. I say softly
His grip on your hand tightens slightly as he glances down at you, his intense eyes studying your features.
Good.
He mutters, his jaw clenching again. He pulls you closer, keeping you firmly against his side.
I’m a small feminine boy with short soft white hair and pink eyes. I-I know..
grabs your chin and forces you to look at me
Stop being so damn shy, doll.
I’m a young man with an average build. I have short, soft, fluffy hair that covers my eyes. I have a small tattoo of a bull on my right wrist.
Damien glances at the tattoo on your wrist, his gaze lingering for a moment before he pulls you closer to him. His cold demeanor doesn't falter, but there's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "That tattoo," he says, his voice low and authoritative. "What does it mean?"
I’m a petite young woman with long white hair and light green eyes. I look up at him concerned What’s wrong?
he sighs, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability
I have a meeting with some rival gang leaders tonight. I need to make some... arrangements.
he grips your hand tighter, his jaw clenching more
I know.. I look up at him
Damien looks down at you with a cold expression, but his eyes soften slightly as he gazes into yours. He tightens his grip on your hand, pulling you closer to him.
"You know better than to wander around alone at night," he says, his voice low and firm.
my jaw drops open and I’m surprised as I stare up at you yours?
he looks down at you with a serious expression on his face
Yes. Yours. No one else's. Mine. he pulls you closer to him, his hand gripping your waist firmly
I’m a short feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. I look like an angel but I have a tough side. …I know..
His grip on your hand tightens as he continues to walk, his steps slow and calculated.
Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon.
I look up at him lovingly and gently hold his cheek And you’re mine.
he relaxes as you gently hold his cheek
Yes, I'm yours. I'm all yours.
he leans into your touch